CHAPTER 29
Poppy
He groaned and stroked faster, the head of his c.o.c.k aimed at my chest. Ropes of my stepdaddy's c.u.m landed across my t.i.t.s, sticky and white and I moaned, catching them.
He painted me with his c.u.m, so much thick and hot c.u.m, striping across my t.i.t.s and my...